Passionate Pleasures (24 page)

“Then you get the drumsticks,” their father announced as he put one on each of two plates. “Hallock the Sixth, come and serve your brothers and sisters.”

“Yes, sir,” said Hallock VI, jumping from his place at the children’s table and hurrying to take the two plates.

“Family custom,” Kathryn explained to the guests. “Whoever among the children finds those pennies beneath their plate on Thanksgiving are awarded the drumsticks.”

“What an excellent idea,” Dr. Sam remarked. He was Egret Pointe’s beloved family doctor, as his antecedents had been since colonial times. For one hundred and fifty years his had been the only Jewish family in the town. Wives had had to be imported for the Seligmann men from Europe until the early 1900s. And over the years, until a small temple was built in the village, his family had celebrated their Sabbath in their homes. Now Temple Yakov David, named for the first Seligmann men to come to Egret Pointe, served its people and the community. His wife, Rina, came from the city.

When all the plates at both tables had been filled everyone joined hands, and Hallock recited the poet Robert Burns’s grace: “Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, and sae the Lord be thank it.”

At the children’s table there was a sudden burst of hilarity. Hallock St. John looked sharply at his offspring. “Something you’d like to share?” he asked them.

“Sam had another grace, Dad,” Hallock VI said.

“Samuel, would you like to say your grace to us?” his father asked.

“Yeah, Sam, go ahead.” Hallock VI goaded his little brother.

“Over the teeth, and through the gums, look out stomach, here it comes!” Samuel said with a wide grin. “My friend Freddy told it to me, Dad.”

The adults were snickering softly.

“It’s an old grace, Samuel, but perhaps not as elegant as the Burns grace. Thank you for sharing it with us, but do not repeat it again in this house,” Hallock V told his son.

“Yes, sir,” Samuel said. He glared at his older brother.

“Ah, sibling rivalry,” Kathryn said.

“What is this in the stuffing?” Hallock V suddenly asked, poking at the dressing with his fork.

“Cranberries,” Kathryn said.

“Our traditional stuffing is celery and onions, sister,” Hallock noted.

“It is celery and onions, but I tossed a few cranberries in for flavor and for color,” Kathryn responded. “Try it. I think you’ll like it. Our ancestors used cranberries in their poultry stuffing, Hallock. Quite traditional,” she assured him.

Mavis had baked six pies for dessert: two apple, two pumpkin, and two pecan.

A quarrel broke out at the children’s table when Hallock VI snitched some of Sam’s pie, claiming his younger brother’s piece was larger than his. Hallock VI was sent from the table, and when the twins snickered and stuck out their tongues at him they too were told to go by their displeased father.

“I don’t know how you keep them all in order, Hallock,” Rina Seligmann. “They really are good children. Their table manners are wonderful. I wish my grandchildren had such wonderful table manners.”

“Let’s have our coffee and tea in the living room,” Debora said.

By eight P.M. they were stuffed, and talked out. Mavis and Jeremy left first, followed by Dr. Sam and Rina. A few minutes later Kathryn and Tim were ready to make their escape.

“Don’t call me in the morning, Hallock, unless it’s an emergency. I intend sleeping in. We’ve got the book fair next Saturday, and this coming week is going to be very busy. Debora, it was all delicious, and I thank you.” Kathryn hugged her sister-in-law. “Now get off your feet. The housekeeper is cleaning up nicely.”

“Good night, Hallock, Debora,” Tim said. “Thank you for including me.”

“Come for Christmas dinner,” Hallock said.

“No,” Tim said. “You, Debora and the kids come to my place. Your wife is going to be delivering soon, Hallock. She will not want to cook a big Christmas dinner. As it happens cooking is my hobby.”

“If I weren’t married already, I’d marry you myself,” Debora said. “Say yes, Hallock! For heaven’s sake, say yes!”

Hallock St. John V chuckled and looked fondly at his wife. “Very well, yes,” he said. “Most thoughtful of you, Tim. Most thoughtful!”

When they were in the car, Kathryn said, “Are you mad? Your living room isn’t big enough for a formal dinner. Where are you going to put the kids?”

“At the kitchen table,” he said. “It will be fine, Kathy.” He pulled away from the curb. “Now enough about today, and Christmas yet to come. We’re going home, and I’m taking you to bed. Okay, love?”

“Okay,” she agreed. She was certainly ready. They hadn’t been together since Sunday night, and she wanted that nice big cock of his plundering her cunt. With a sigh of contentment Kathryn sat back while he brought them safely home. She was wearing sexy underwear, and had a small discreet duffel with some clothing and her toothbrush.

Rowdy greeted them enthusiastically. Tim let him out back, and then pulled a small packet of deboned turkey from his jacket pocket. “Debora wanted the dog to have his Thanksgiving too,” he told Kathryn, emptying the turkey into the dog’s bowl and setting it down on the mat by the kitchen door into the dining room.

“She really is much too good for my brother,” Kathryn said.

“I disagree,” Tim responded. “She’s the perfect wife for him. She loves him, treats him like the lord of the manor he thinks he is, and manages their home and their children so his life runs smoothly. Investments are a tough business, and your brother has kept ahead of the wave, which means his clients didn’t suffer greatly in the recession.”

“No,” Kathryn said thoughtfully. “I know I certainly didn’t.”

Hearing Rowdy whining at the back door, Tim went and let him in. The dog headed directly for his bowl and began eating.

“Let’s sit by the fire for a while,” Kathryn said. “Your house is so wonderfully peaceful. And I like the smell of the wood smoke. Gas is more practical for my cottage.”

The fire was ready to light, and after Tim had put a match to it they sat together on the couch. The blaze caught, and the firelight filled the room with a warm glow. Rowdy came and stretched out in front of the hearth. Only the sound of the clock ticking on the mantel broke the silence. Tim held her hand.

What was it about this man, and this house? Kathryn wondered to herself. She felt so different, so changed since they had met. He had turned her life upside down, and while she thought she shouldn’t be enjoying it, she was. Her world was no longer bound by her work and The Channel. She was even beginning to see her older brother in an entirely different light. She sighed softly.

“What are you thinking about, Kathy?” he asked her.

“I’m thinking how much you’ve changed everything for me since we met,” Kathryn said candidly. “I’m thinking I like being a couple.”

“Good,” he replied. Then he pulled her into his arms and began kissing her.

Oh God! It was wonderful! His lips were warm, and his kisses excited her. He slid his hand beneath her sweater and into her bra, fondling her breast.

Suddenly he stopped kissing her. “There’s lace on your bra,” he said.

“Yes,” she answered him.

“Are you wearing naughty underwear, Kathy?” he inquired.

“Yes, Tim, I am,” she admitted. “Would you like to see it?”

“Into the bedroom with you, Kathy St. John! I don’t intend sharing you with the neighbors. A little canoodling on the couch is one thing, but a fashion show with naughty underwear is another thing entirely.” He stood up, pulling her with him, and practically dragged her down the hallway to the bedroom.

“Get my bag,” she said to him.

“Later.”

“No, now. I have high heels in it, and naughty underwear shows best in high heels,” Kathryn told him.

“Woman, I am going to swoon if you keep offering me these tantalizing word pictures,” he said. He pushed her into the bedroom and dashed back to get her little duffel. When he got back into the bedroom Kathryn was already in the bathroom with the door shut. “Where do you want your bag?” he called to her.

“Give it to me,” she said, a hand reaching out from the bathroom. She took it, and then the door closed. “I’ll be out in a minute, Tim. Get out of your clothes, and stretch out on the bed.”

He hurried to comply, pulling his shoes and socks off; stripping off his slacks, sweater, shorts and tee. Then he lay down on the bed. “I’m ready,” he called to her.

The bathroom door opened and she stepped out. She was wearing a low-cut underwire bra made of soft silk fuchsia lace. Her round breasts were barely contained.

The matching bikini and a pair of black stiletto pumps completed her outfit. She paraded slowly about for him, looking coyly over her shoulder at him at one point. “The bikini has a very neat little feature,” she told him as she walked over to the bed. “Give me your hand, Tim.” And when he did he found there was a slit in the crotch of the panties.

“How’s that for convenient?” she teased him, whirling away.

His mouth had dropped open when he discovered the opening. “Get over here, Kathy,” he said in a tight voice. “Let’s utilize that little convenience.”

She smiled wickedly. He was hard already, and his cock was thrusting forward. “Try and be a good boy, and let me have my way with you,” she teased as she climbed onto the bed, and atop him. He pulled her over his head, his tongue pushing through the slit to lick her and suck her clit. After a moment she wiggled away. Taking his penis, she rolled it between her hands. From the look in his eyes she could see he was struggling to control himself. Bending, she kissed the head of his dick, then lowered herself slowly onto it. It slid through the soft lace and into her wet cunt. She sheathed him all the way, then, leaning over, she kissed him, purring, “Now isn’t that nice, love?”

Reaching out he grabbed her tempting ass with both of his hands, and squeezed.

Releasing her butt, he moved to unhook her bra, and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts spilled out, and he pulled her down to bury his face in her deep cleavage. She rode him gently, letting him enjoy her breasts, which he fondled, licking her nipples, then sucking and biting them. Then suddenly he rolled her over, gaining the dominant position. Her legs, feet still in the black stilettos, wrapped around him, and he fucked her hard and fast until she climaxed with a scream. But he was still hard and he began to fuck her once more, pushing her legs over his shoulders so he could go deeper.

“You’re going to kill me.” Kathryn gasped.

“I ought to spank you for looking so damned exciting, I couldn’t wait to fuck you,” he told her. He thrust with slow deep strokes until he managed to hit her G-spot. The sharp gasp told him he had it right. He worked her hard, his throbbing cock swelling as she clenched and released it, giving him the utmost pleasure. He didn’t know how a woman who hadn’t had sex in years could be so damned facile at it, but he didn’t care.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” he gritted through his teeth.

“Anytime, love,” she husked back at him.

And with that he took them to Nirvana and back again. He could hear himself almost howling with his pleasure, and her soft scream in return. Then he collapsed.

When he came to himself again, Kathryn was sprawled on her belly, her long hair spread all over the pillows. She was still wearing that enticing lace bikini, and looking at her perfectly rounded ass, he decided it was as delicious as her breasts. Leaning over he bit it gently, and she stirred slightly.

Tim grinned. He knew without a doubt that this was the woman he had been waiting for all his life. He meant no disrespect to Phoebe. She had been a wonderful girl, and he had loved her. And maybe one day she might have grown into a wonderful woman. But she wasn’t Kathy St. John, pronounced
Sin Gin,
and with a definite emphasis on the sin. He wasn’t certain how he was going to convince her, but sooner or later they were going to be a whole lot more than just a couple.

T
hey woke up Friday morning to find it was snowing. It was an early snow, and left about two inches on the ground by mid-morning. It was the perfect excuse not to go out. On Saturday the sun shone brightly, and the snow melted, for the ground was still warm. Kathryn had turned off her cell, but she did check it now and again. There were no calls, much to her relief. Finally on Sunday afternoon they went out, driving to the East Harbor Inn for dinner. Then he took her home, kissed her chastely at the door, and then turned to head back to his car.

She watched him walk slowly down the path through the garden almost as if he didn’t want to leave. She hadn’t had these feelings welling up in her since she had fallen in love with Jonathan Curtis. Was it possible for a woman of forty-eight to actually fall in love? Or was it just that he was simply the best damned lay she had ever had? Yet they had done more than just fuck this delicious long weekend. He had cooked for her, and got her to help him. She could pare carrots now. And until Saturday she had never pared a carrot in her life.